Lu Erxiong stuffed the last piece of pork crackling into his mouth and jumped up, "Third Grandpa, where did this pork come from?"
Wang Cuilan and Zhou Zhou also curiously poked their heads out from the kitchen, looking at the pork belly in Cheng Baoguo's hand. The perfectly marbled meat looked much more appetizing and heavier by a few pounds compared to the portion their family received.
"Where did it come from?" Wang Cuilan asked.
